M50 Motorway — Bring Them Home (Driving Version)

Rain on the windscreen, lights in a line,
Dublin wakes under a silver sky,
Engines turning, morning low,
M-fifty rolling where the brake lights glow.

From Tallaght northward, from Sandyford wide,
Past exits and bridges on the Dublin side,
Not built for glory, not built for fame,
But Ireland moves through wind and rain.

And the road keeps calling,
And the wheels keep time,
Every heart is carrying
A story down the line.

M-fifty, M-fifty, road around the city,
Through the rain and the red lights bright,
M-fifty, M-fifty, carry them gently,
Bring them safely home tonight.

Round Dublin’s shoulder, under open sky,
A thousand journeys passing by,
Through every lane and every sign,
A quiet mercy travels the line.

By the West-Link crossing where the Liffey flows,
The river runs under the traffic slow,
Toll lights shining in the silver rain,
The city breathes through the road again.

Airport calling, port road wide,
Trucks in the morning on the eastern side,
Families, workers, strangers, friends,
All on the road where the city bends.

M-fifty, M-fifty, road around the city,
Through the rain and the red lights bright,
M-fifty, M-fifty, carry them gently,
Bring them safely home tonight.

Round Dublin’s shoulder, under open sky,
A thousand journeys passing by,
Through every lane and every sign,
A quiet mercy travels the line.

Then the clouds break open, and the sunlight runs,
On windscreens bright like a thousand suns,
Dublin hills rise soft and blue,
And the road feels lighter for a mile or two.

Some drive in silence, some sing low,
Some watch the green fields come and go,
Some count the minutes, some carry care,
Some whisper a prayer in the moving air.

So keep the angry horn away,
Give patience to the travelling day,
For every road beneath the sky
Has souls and stories passing by.

By Liffey water, through storm and light,
Guard every driver home tonight,
Through Dublin rain and Ireland’s green,
Let mercy travel unseen.

When evening falls and the red lights burn,
The road brings back those who return,
Past exits, bridges, signs and streams,
Back to the houses, back to the dreams.

M-fifty, M-fifty, road around the city,
Through the rain and the red lights bright,
M-fifty, M-fifty, carry them gently,
Bring them safely home tonight.

Round Dublin’s shoulder, under open sky,
A thousand journeys passing by,
Through every lane and every sign,
A quiet mercy travels the line.

M-fifty, M-fifty, hearts awake,
Through every turn that people take,
From Liffey bridge to the open sky,
Your road goes on in Ireland’s light.

Through rain and light, by road and stone,
M-fifty, bring them home.